Violet sat by her mom and the rest of the household as she listened to the whispers of Moira laying out a plan.
"We can't use cheap tricks like we did with the last family. These boys are tougher than they look."
"How are you so sure of that?" Ben asked.
"I've had my hand of men."
The basement door swung open, and down the stairs came the pat of small feet in heels. "Of course you have, you despicable slut," Hayden said.
Moira sighed, "Would you mind being a slight bit quieter?"
"They left. The house is empty. I'm bored and I want in, so..." She raised her brow and half smiled, "... I need someone to tell me what we're gonna do."
"We're not telling you anything," Ben stepped in. "In fact, I think it'd be best if you leave."
"Oh my, kicking me out again? Ben, Ben, Ben," she looked at Vivian as she talked to him, "the both of us know that you'll eventually come crawling back to me. Always have, always will."
Violet, still sitting by her mother, shivered a bit. She hated Hayden and how she'd pop up in the most inconvenient of times to mess with her dad. "Leave. Now."
Hayden vanished and the room went dead. The mood of discussion had left with her, and so the household disbanded. "Honestly I think we should keep the tough-looking one," Chad said to the empty room, and with that, thunder clapped and rain poured down upon the house.
In Violet's room, "please stay safe" were scrawled on her board. She walked passed it, pretending not to see it, and looked out the window as she usually does. Vi watched the little men from her window as they closed the doors of their little car and hurried to the house to get out of the rain. As her only source of entertainment, she left her window and found a seat at the top of the staircase. The boys' words echoed through the empty house.
"So the only thing people know about this house is that the tour van costs $10?" Dean rubbed his eyebrows and sighed.
"Unfortunately. The articles are only skin deep and we barely have any locations of the buried bodies," Sam added. "Moira, Tate, the Montgomerys, the nurses, and the list goes on."
Dean walked over to Sam's laptop, "Are these the pictures of everybody?"
"Just about."
"Anybody with auburn hair, brown eyes, and a nice face to put it all together?"
"Yeah, actually. Hayden?"
"What does it say?"
"Her sister filed a report on Ben Harmon to try and help with Hayden with getting Ben to pay child support. She went missing a few days after."
"She didn't go missing, she died. I saw her in the upstairs hallway yesterday."
"Well then I guess we'll have to find the body and smoke her," Sam turned his head to Dean, "if we can find it."
Dean smirked, "You ever noticed how there's a gazebo in the back?" Sam snorted and got up, "Then let's go check it out." Lightning flashed outside and Sam added, "And get a little wet."
Violet wondered about the gazebo as well, she never bothered to ask Ben why he had built it in the first place. So in search of an answer she followed went to the other end of the hallway and watched them through the hall window.
The pouring rain smacked the head of the gazebo. Sam and Dean stood in the center, investigating it.
"This thing can't be more than half a decade old. The wood's still a bit yellow," Dean said.
"Yeah, and lucky for us it's solid concrete."
"I don't suppose there's a jackhammer in the basement?"
"I wish. Tomorrow we need to get the wood down."
"And find a way to get this concrete out of the way."